The Laws of Birthday Parties

Took Jez to Chuck E. Cheese for his little friend's 3rd birthday party. First of all, you should see this little girl. She is a doll. White-blonde, short hair and a pout that won't quit. Way to go, buddy! He loves her. Anyway, I've never had a reason to go to CEC whilst Jez has been on Earth. 

We have all been in our lives. Back when I was little, it was...shit. What was it called...hold on...SHOWBIZ PIZZA. Yes. Over in Pasad-get-down-dena. Wow. I'm old. I remember Billy Bob...and some rat chick cheerleader thing that swung around pom-poms...they put on a whole skit and everything. It was mind-numbing. Now...there's CEC, by himself, creepily being moved by some person hiding behind the wall, staring at you through the beedy eyes of a mouse. (at least, that's what it seems like). I'm proud of Jezek though, when the "real" Mr. Cheese came out, Jez went up to him without me telling him to, and hugged him. Jerk-tear. He was also 1 of 3 boys at a girl party. Right on! He didn't want to play much, just watch the train thing go around and watch Mommy play basketball. He loved that...for...whatever reason.

I'm leading myself away from my main question: what's up with the kids who come up to you while your kid is playing a game, or riding a ride, who take over, push buttons and look at you like "move your kid"...? The socialization of kids at this place is quite hilarious. Jez was like "no dude" with that look on his face. The kid then looks at me, tells ME he has no more tokens...like I'm supposed to give him more, and then won't go away. He was a random kid. Not apart of blondie's party. 

I ALSO didn't realize that you have to feed your tickets to this machine that eats them and then spits out a voucher. How tech of them. I proudly and smugly figured it out without looking like a total fucking idiot to anyone, thank goodness. 

I know, CEC is old news to many parents...and it's a great little place for the kiddos to "hang" but it gave me a headache that I can't get rid of.

Onward.